Sans Métro

Taken, yesterday, from Roosevelt Island with my Canon SD400

Two and a half hours was the length of time it took to walk to work from my apartment in Queens. I think that it was at some point near Lower Manhatan that my leg muscles began to spasm and consider a strike of their own. Does any body know how many miles, more or less, that equates to? Actually I do not really care because it won’t change the fact that my legs, from ass cheeks to toes, are killing me and I have another similar hike in a few hours. The most challenging part is once I get off of work at 11pm. It’s a lot colder and your legs are pretty much Jello after the initial hike. Today, I am considering taking the dusty rollerblades from out the closet and rolling my way to work. Hopefully, I will cover ground faster but the number of pedestrians might actually slow me down. Going downhill on the Queens Borough Bridge might be especially tricky at such a steep angle and with so many people traveling on it. Heaven forbid I appear on the 5 o’ clock news for trampling an old woman to death with my Bladerunners. In which case the probability is great because if you have ever taken the ride your self you would know that going down hill super-fast on blades, on that bridge, is the very best part and makes the whole damned experience worth it; Minus the old dead lady part, of course; Unless, it was the war mongering loon, Condelisa Rice, and her overbite would in no way act as a ramp which would propel me into the East River. It would only delay my trip.

Anyway, I hope that the rest of you in NYC are finding your way around sans métro.